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The theme song bothers me. I mean, here:

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me

What stupid kind of challenge is that? If the one being addressed really wants the singer miserable, they can lock them in a lightless dungeon, and that was that with "free" and "sky".

And

Burn the land and boil the sea

sounds pretty disgustingly selfish, given that that will likely affect a few more people.

meh.

I wonder if poking around in a community full of vampires is a good idea. But I'm kinda antsy these days, and I worry my writer locks me in a closet if I run around in small circles too much.

Improvised weapons

Note the holy symbol wooden cross.

So, my author may have caught a microfiction (or whatever you call it) bug from beccastareyes, and suggested this to be posted here. Well, why not.

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When she woke up, Nico muzzily took stock of her surroundings. Concrete floor and a thin blanket, moist and cool air, second or third hand light. She had no idea where this place was.

However, she recognised Daaren. He lay dozing on a bench nearby, one arm dangling. Seeing him that relaxed calmed her; it meant that they were perfectly safe. Unless he was drugged to the eyeballs.

... HEY!?

You sure can try, if you find a method that works is another matter. >:P

hmm...



The fun part is that each of 'em was the first for the given name.
Another good one was "It's not TV. It's Suitov." - more on the "wishful thinking" trail, right now, I guess.

( moar )

This would make a perfect gift for Weft

Lines that unfortunately were not used include

• "It would look better shoved up the arse of the idiot who designed it."
• "It's the bling talking." (deadpan delivery from Daaren <3)
• "Shut up, Weft, the voice in my head is trying to tell me something."

Whatever hellmutt thinks, and whatever I might have in common with a certain half-elf, I'm not a habitual felon.

I mean, fake papers, sure, sometimes neccessary, or the occasional petty theft... But break-ins and burglaries are few and far between. The last time was a lifetime ago, and anyway it wasn't much of a break-in, and it wasn't much of a theft, either, considering it was my stuff to begin with, right?

( In case that made anyone curious, beginning closer to the beginning. )

My writer thinks I need to get into at least minor to mediocre trouble because I'm too trusting.

*sigh*

Well, I can't argue with the idea that being too trusting can lead to trouble.

Anke: I got the impression a lot of ficcers work on the basis of "the more they hate each other, the better they're suited for hot sex"-basis
Mutt: Yes, with fanfic revolving around ships, that's the impression I have too.
Oh god. Suitov/Tortile. Oh god.
Anke: For Science!
Mutt: And great justice!
Mutt: Suitov says even science couldn't make that kit look attractive.
I think he's just being coy.
Anke: *cackles*
Mutt: Sebbie/Injustice?
Sebbie/All Aristocrats?
Anke: *shrugs*
Mutt: Sebbie/Murders not committed by Sebbie!
Anke: XD
...or by his friends
Mutt: Or some of them, at any rate. I'm not sure how he feels about Weft's job.
If Sylvie or Nico iced someone, I'm sure he'd agree they needed to be iced.
Anke: XD
Mutt: So... Helmine/everyone less intelligent than Helmine, hence everyone?
Nico/boredom...
Anke: Sylvie/her father. It breaks the brain.
Mutt: Eeeew. I was going to suggest Sylvie/leafrot.
Sylvie: :P

My writer compels me, for the sake of completeness, to add that of the Pro characters I can think of, the ones I loathe most are vampire!Rige and Caliban. I don't like vampires to start with, and those two, ech...
Not taking Cornelius into account, because he's in this head, too, and I know exactly he's so poorly defined at the moment that he doesn't really qualify as a character.

What with the "sheriff" word there

Assuming I didn't encounter the word in a context but "someone in charge of a/the colony", I am translating it in my head with "governor", not "sheriff".

Also, I couldn't say "zoo animals" if I hadn't heard "zoo" in Instarrian, which somehow seems unlikely after that comment.

I did not corner him, he snuck behind me.

Also, "our alien friends" is a diplomat's phrase if I ever heard one.

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OOCly, if this guy turns out to be any other than Tortile, my writer and I will be very surprised. If it is Tortile, and I end up liking him, we'll be very amused.

I wonder how aggravating this guy will be.

What a stupid showoff. *hiss*

OK, friends, Sylvie needs a journal of her own, too. Any suggestions for a username?

Otherwise, I have been drawn.

Anke meant the outfit to include spats over nondescript shoes, but nothing speaks against changing things around a bit. :)

* Anke looks at the marshal's baton and suddenly has to think of the drawings of carved bones, which to some prehistoric peoples was a sign of leadership, or something like that...
Suitov: Army people are prehistoric, really. It's very funny.
Anke: Well, a baton is practically a stylised club...
Suitov: And "drop and gimme twenty" is scarcely stylised at all from "I grab your throat until you roll over and pee yourself".
Anke: A little less messy, possibly
Suitov: And more intellectually satisfying, as opposed to brutishly satisfying. Still as distasteful.
Suitov: If I lived in your era, I'd be - in the chess club. Editor of the school magazine. Head of the drama society. Picked second last for cricket and rugger, just ahead of the asthmatic girl in bottle-end glasses. But I live in my own context, and I'm employing what are essentially Phys Ed teachers to shout my troops into order. If you don't find that boggling, you're stronger-minded than I.

I like him. He's funny in a not-so-silly way. He also makes sense.

MyCreator/owner/typist kept having to write my comments from her account, and decided to make one for me.

Yay! ^_^